There's no real winning
In this dangerous game
Of anger and pain
Because tiny explosions
Might seem big at the time
But they must never have seen
What happens
When I put up with salty
Aggressive comments
When I ignore
And let them slide
They must never have seen
The hell that breaks loose
When I try to have piece of mind
There's no winning
Not at all
Because when I get angry
Over little things
People get annoyed
And mad
But when I get angry
Over a buildup of problems
There's still no validation in sight
And I don't know how to deal
With my imminent
And intimidating
Doom
Where no one can save me
A doom
Where I'm forever outcasted by my own emotions
YOU ARE READING
Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
